Saracen blood spilled as crosses are rising highMen giving their lives, for the Holy See they dieWalls surround this golden city like a crown of thornsWill the wailing ever cease, will we forever mourn?Behold memories of warsAre rising as we're building the New JerusalemMen and children toil in the blazing sunMortar and brick, no walls between father and sonThese green and pleasant fields that surroundThe city once apart that now is oneBygone crusades and wasted livesAre gone as we're breathing the New Jerusalem